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Two Step Blues

Little Brother

Get Back

2007

at the supper club, e'rybody at the VFW
E'rybody at the Elk's Lodge, all the old folk at the lamp-pole
Keep steppin' out, keep steppin' out [music fades]

puck on
If it ain’t me and brothers 
I can’t call it, No ion trust y’all 

Curving hoes
Like a bend off the lodge 
Swerving hoes in a Benz
On the lodge

girls dem
Watch them friend turn foe
You the first to rock with me girl
They're all tryna take your pole
Late night m we cruising, up and down we go
She

Court
Gone with the jokes
Got my hand on the dope
Duffle bag still tote
I'm a fool with the pole
Gone head with the show
Still kicking down doors
Give me

crush the lentil 
Set up a lodge, layered canvas, but he picked apart the tent pole 
Sentimental tragic, freak and shout ecstatic, peel out a bit of magic

Where I'm from yeah it gets cold
Everybody grimy, niggas they get really bold
I ain't on that timing, catch me riding with a pole
Shout out to my

Feeling blessed off a slide
I'ma swipe some pope
You would think my niggas at the strip
How they slide with poles
Writing dumps at the stu'
I don't write

cap, you're not on a digit chase
You gotta be kidding me
See who ate a loss
Let it lodge in your memory
Learned from a far how a winner think?
Eyes open,

of talking he gone find out how this pole work
This glock ah split his soul first then see what his dome worth
May he rest in piss cause I won't miss he built

trying to flex his pole, you ain't cool bro
But I know you ain't gon' shoot that bitch though
My mans got Five-Five-Sixes, they'll pick through your fro
Me

here, it's coming from the soul
Don't let you get chopped over top of the pole
Pass me the controller, this is remote control
Top one may be conclusion,

interest
If a nigga get found face down
This side of the Dyke to McClellan
Niggas know that we did it
Any hit's get sent out
8 Mile, 6 Mile, from the Lodge

my heater, bro you know I got my pole
Old bitch mad, new bitch getting old
Niggas think I'm Jack, how I'm finna hit the road
D&D on my phone, I ain't

Ian even blow ma'am
Stuck in that trap like toe jam
Yea Ima be right here till I blow fam
Up that pole and ain blow shh damn these niggas be faking
Yea

cause that ass will go
And it's a baller and I'm buildin' red lights and so
Tire an old nigga, stay in cash, this you know

He go hard on that pole